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October 29, 2016 / barton smock

bring spoon

dream won’t have me

kid says
they eat
hypnosis
the extras

of silent
film

October 29, 2016 / barton smock

bring star

for the noise
the angel
makes
at the sight
of blood
the toothless
take
a knee

October 28, 2016 / barton smock

figuration

i.

a lifejacket that small

my answer
is no

ii.

no
has one

eye

iii.

god is coming to touch your foot

October 27, 2016 / barton smock

sleep

as proof of shyness. as death

rounded down.

October 27, 2016 / barton smock

{you can be. tired.}

hick
lore
rabbit
hole / poems, barton smock, October 2016

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***if you tell a friend, the friend you tell can be imaginary

~

some poems, from:

[no wolf]

I was a doorstep baby and brother a treehouse.

moon of the injured. moon of the blind.

~

[his impressions of the experiment]

my closest frat brother looks at the toad and says frog motherfucker. tackles me. fact: there is a certain kind of toad that by staying still can kill a drug dog. in this country, a man can sell doves from the back of a white van. a man can run out of doves. my ghost is obsessed with caterpillars. it doesn’t matter what you say. they found that woman.

~

[her impressions of the experiment]

his animals hiccup somewhere within the contagious yawns of god. his tumor is the crow of the ocean. the foot they hope to find me with is not yet purple. I shred a tiny pillow but your baby ain’t blind.

~

[circa (xii)]

the human dream

god’s attempt at a short story

the animal
works

miracles

/ the elephant
in its ruin
takes up
for whale

yeah, it rains here
rains
glue

adult diapers
are fishhook
rare…

/ tell your sister
nothing happened
to mine

~

[circa (xx)]

to the man whose face can do things mine cannot, I give my son.

silence has no creator. pictures

of god
don’t sell.

October 27, 2016 / barton smock

awake

one less person
for god
to watch
write

October 27, 2016 / barton smock

waters

we wrestle sometimes in the junkyard over who gets to guard the lullaby machine. we share an image of our father making a throwing motion while above a necksick dog. of our mother dropkicking a pumpkin to egg on the nothing y’all can come and get. we aren’t close but chew together loudly and lip-synch the hymns we know. spiders forget the sea.

October 26, 2016 / barton smock

manna

from crow
to anthill
lose
the thing
that’s there

telescope, craft your grief

god is what
if all
believe

October 26, 2016 / barton smock

{edits, recent and not so, &}

recent poems:

[rations]

sons
gather facts
for loss
and sons
gather facts
for loss

~

[breather]

infant, the sooner
than expected
search
for god.

I have this baby I’m not afraid to use.

you pretend to shoot
and I’ll pretend
to fall. we’ll make a day

of never talking.

the missing crow of thorns.

~

[swimmer of the blue snow]

a bowl of soup bleeds to death
in the eatery
of my praying
hands

~

[exit wound]

coming up
we are
with names
for time
machines

~

[dream]

I am with my wife and son and we are drinking from the shell of a turtle a soup the locals use to dilute a rain’s grief. I kind of know that something bad is going to happen to both twins. my wife is looking for a wheelchair and then for a place to hide it. my son is saying grace in the only spot he’ll ever be. some of his white pills turn blue as a laugh track denies three times the thunder’s loss.

/ barn etiquette. the rabbit

the volcano’s
dove.

~

[no after]

and what would you have me imagine? a change of tense in a tale of abuse. a baby licking the palm of a doll. a spoon. a robot’s broken arm. a chalk outline of a worm. hunger’s tacklebox. our allergic sister’s suicide note. a calf eating its first canary.

~

[forgets]

the nude’s failure to stay awake in a laundromat. the suicide of the copycat toddler. nine types of catfish. a worm’s tongue. god’s last name. the orphan’s timekiller.

~

older poems:

[possum & moth]

dad is trying to load bullets into a flashlight. his tv show is having trouble sleeping. mom wants us to drink the water while it’s hot. myself I’ve heard horror stories about pissing in the baby pool. I tell my brother having a fever is alot like giving god a blowjob. sister opens the oven for a doll she thought would be taller. we like you but not when you’re lonely.

~

[On my father being gay]

a crow
born inside
a footstep
is passing
for dark

~

[plain sight]

a hearse emerging from the shadow of a school bus

/ a mother
trying
to return
a baptized
mannequin

/ that poorly
lit
bait shop
star

~

newest self-publication:

~hick lore rabbit hole~

~poems, barton smock, 124 pages, 9.00
~October 2016

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October 26, 2016 / barton smock

gaptooth

the future?

of the world ours is based on

/

my teddy bear
doesn’t
sleep

/

birth
means the baby
on your back
can swim